Sometime last year I ran into this quote from Fyodor Dostoevsky. Its honesty and profundity stuck with me and reminds me of a daily reality that we all face.
“I believe like a child that suffering will be healed and made up for, that all the humiliating absurdity of human contradictions will vanish like a pitiful mirage, like the despicable fabrication of the impotent and infinitely small Euclidean mind of man, that in the world’s finale, at the moment of eternal harmony, something so precious will come to pass that it will suffice for all hearts, for the comforting of all resentments, for the atonement of all the crimes of humanity, of all the blood that they’ve shed; that it will make is not only possible to forgive but to justify all that has happened.”
Several factors in the last few months have prompted me to think about the subject of eternity, and on the vast implications that it has on the way that I live my life. As I think about the weight of this subject I am shocked at the fact that I so quickly forget its significance and feed my mind and heart on things of infinitely lesser significance.
The word of God shows us clearly that, compared to what lies beyond, this life is but a mist, a vapor that comes and goes, never to return again. The significance of this life depends on our relationship to eternity. “What does it profit a man to gain the whole world and forfeit his life?” (Mark 8:36). These words are harsh but real – if our lives in this world are not leading to the ultimate life after death than all that we do here is just a vain curse. We are setting ourselves up for eternal suffering – where is the value of that? Continue reading